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09 July 2010

Mooooo

I found out this morning (after Norman had left for work) that today is "Cow Appreciation Day", at least according to the marketing department at Chic-fil-A. (Which I tend to call "Chic-a-Fil", because that's what my mom calls it, because that's what my Crazy Aunt Janet calls it.) ("Crazy Aunt Janet" is her official title.) That means if you dress up like a cow, they will give you free food. But only today. Probably all the rest of the days they'll get a good laugh, but you'll still have to pay.

So I Facebook'd Norman and told him, hey, free lunch! He cut a black file folder into blotches with his pocket knife and Scotch taped them to his khaki pants and white shirt. Then he walked from his office to the student union. The people at the Chic-a-Fil (see?) told him the promo wasn't really valid at the university-owned locations. But he pestered them enough with his tale of woe and personal humiliation that they gave him free food anyway. Hooray!

Then I decided, "Hey, why should Norman have all the fun? Let's all go there for dinner!" Norman can eat vegetables tomorrow. So we all dressed up like cows and went to dinner! Free dinner! Hooray!

I was a brown cow with off-white splotches. And a white tail. I don't know.

Babby could have been a dalmatian. Those are duct tape spots. And she has a tail.

Oh yeah, and Norman had a cowbell in his office! Perfect!

We went to the other Chic-fil-A in town, in case you were wondering.

There were a lot of people dressed like cows! Some in actual cow costumes!

I had a plan, in case they saw my hastily-thrown together paper splotches and yarn tail and said, "No, you don't look enough like a cow -- no food for you!" The plan was to tell them that I'm lactating. Moo. Then they'd want to change the subject so fast that they'd give me whatever free food I wanted! Or something.